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It was three seconds after he'd entered his reverie that the door to the house swung open and Jacob stood in the doorway. Ah, yes, the good sweet-tea-loving farm boy with a presumed heart of gold. His smile was bright and nearly pierced through Gideon's apathetic visage, but he managed to keep his composure within the boy's presence... so far. Jacob wasn't smiling now, but he could still assume he was just as sickly sweet as ever.

The boy sort of began to blend with the Kansas landscape, with hair the color of corn, and the sky in his eyes, he truly belonged here. He had a chiseled body that served as the testament to long hours of farm work, which was somewhat different than Gideon's own exterior. He had a sculpted body as well, but it was from long hours in an air conditioned gym. Now that he was a police captain, he had to work out and train the rookies, so often he'd be outside in the heat running miles with them and barking in their ears rep after rep. But he hadn't earned his body from hard work to sustain an area of land.

As the boy came into his view, he quirked up an expectant brow. A simple "howdy" had come out of the blonde's mouth and already Gideon wanted to chuckle. Jacob was just like the rest of the people here in Kansas (or so he thought), except that he was pure concentrated blinding sunshine.

[b]"Hey." and cue his mind getting lost and spinning like a washing machine. There was a flash of fast muscle cars on the neon lit streets of Los Angeles, and then there were flashes of two scantily-clad men tangled in each other. He blinked, and the projection was gone. He would have to write it off as missing home for now, and wouldn't allow himself to dwell on the idea any longer.

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IVE WANTED A ZOMBIE THREAD FOREVER NOW

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]punk, have any ideas or preferences?

raini, ooh i dig it! i have a few criminals in my repertoire so this should be easy! how should we start it?

whitaker, fuck i love all of those ideas?? i have read the giver but it's been years haha. tbh i really like the age gap plot you linked me to and i think i have just the character for it!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]i'm leaning towards steele, but i could also use maddox. i'd adjust both of them slightly for this just for continuity bugs to be squashed

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Hearing Jacob's question almost left him standing dumbfounded on the farmboy's porch, clad in his black beanie, black t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. But, the man was notorious for not missing a beat so he let his lip quirk on one side ever-so-slightly and he replied back with an easy and ambiguous [b]"Maybe I am." He crossed his arms over his chest, his built arms over his built chest, and tilted his head back slightly so that he was looking at Jacob through a nonchalant angle. "I'm going a little stir-crazy with all the cabrons back at the base. Figured I'd escape a little." He knew that was a flimsy excuse as to why he was here exactly, but he was also notorious for being elusive.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:400px; color:black; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]» basics.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: -3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;][B]FULL NAME: Scott Christopher Steele Jr.
NAME MEANING: Scott - Scottish, wanderer | Christopher - Greek, carrier of God | Steele - Scottish, someone considered as hard and durable as steel
NAME ORIGINATION: His father had always wanted his firstborn son to have his namesake, so he's named after his dad, Scott Steele. This makes Steele a junior.
NICKNAMES: Junior to his parents, Scotty to his siblings and his ex-wife, Scoot when he was growing up, coach Steele/coach by his football players, and when he played football he was known by his number 76. Now he almost strictly goes by "Steele."
PET NAMES: Scotty, but I wouldn't suggest calling him that.

RANK: The school's football coach and one of the physical education teachers.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: He was able to loot the school's sports equipment and most often wields a pretty wooden baseball bat. He also brandishes a hunting knife that he got off of a military man's body and has a pistol with four shots in it. He would have more weapons if he could get home, but the walk would take nearly a day.

SEX: Masculine
GENDER: Male
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: He/him

BIOLOGICAL AGE: 42 years old
PHYSICAL AGE: He looks a little younger than his actual age in his face, maybe 38ish. But he's got the body of a 30 year old.
MENTAL AGE: He's definitely a little younger than what he should be and acts about 35ish.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual
ROMANTIC PREFERENCE: Biromantic
TURN ONS: Athleticism, someone who's challenging, wit, wide smiles, natural and easy charm, dark hair and dark eyes, someone who's classy and refined
TURN OFFS: Easiness, calm demeanors, incredible lewdness, airheads
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: He's had plenty of relationships over the years and he was married to his wife for 17 years. He's currently going through a divorce, there are no hard feelings here and they both still love each other as friends.
LOVE INTEREST: None yet
CRUSH: None
PARTNER: Technically he's still married to his wife, but they're currently going through a divorce[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:400px; color:black; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]» persona and history.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: -3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;][B]FULL PERSONALITY: Steele has always been a shining star who captures the attention of any room he enters. He grew up with charming parents and was handed most of his things in life with ease, so he adopted some incredible charisma. There was also a time when he was incredibly arrogant and a bit of a womanizer, but the man's grown out of that phase. Now he's a relaxed and easy soul who enjoys poking fun at people sarcastically. He's an amazing and caring father to a wonderful little girl, and he's been known to be very protective. He can be slightly argumentative and opinionated, making comments under his breath if he disagrees with something. But generally, he's rather content. While coaching, he tends to give off a rugged hardass vibe, but he just wants to push his team and keep their respect for him high. Out of practice, he enjoys joking with the boys and relaxing. ps, this is half-assed i'm sorry

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic, relaxed, caring, protective
NEUTRAL TRAITS: Opinionated, determined
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Harsh, sarcastic, argumentative, arrogant

STRENGTHS: Coaching, delegating, athletic affairs
SHORTCOMINGS: Listening to authority (minus coaches), tends to think more for himself, can still be arrogant at times, doesn't pick up on others' emotions very easily
QUIRKS: Cracks his knuckles often and rubs at the back of his neck when he's anxious
HABITS: Zoning out when listening to people drone on

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DISLIKES: Squirrels, bugs, modern music, seafood
HOBBIES: Coaching, coming up with strategies and plays, reading, fixing appliances for people in the neighborhood
INTERESTS: Football, classic rock

OCCUPATION: High school football coach
LIFESTYLE: Lives a slightly above average lifestyle with his wife and daughter
HOME: Lives in a nice big home in a neighborhood called Ridgewood

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: note that these songs are on his personal playlist and not necessarily songs that represent him
» Hotel California by the Eagles, Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, Highway to Hell by AC/DC, Time by the Rolling Stones, Walk This Way by Aerosmith, Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield, Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top, (Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, Running With the Devil by Van Halen, Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas, Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede, Escape (the Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes, Enter Sandman by Metallica, Rebel Yell by Billy Idol, Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf, Fortunate Son by Creedance Clearwater Revival, Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith, Imagine by John Lennon
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]raini, sure thing! would you like to start it or me?

whitaker, mm i think i might use maddox for this one. i've got a lot of muse for him ahah and the whole idea that ben's parents are his business associates makes sense!

tink, i'm mad bc all of your characters are really cute and i'm gayer than ever. i'm feeling something apocalyptic maybe? somethin where these people have to work together for some reason maybe??

punk, ahh yes i'm down for a bxb too. i'll reiterate what i said to tink, maybe something where are characters are forced to work side by side??

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Of course he has some tea brewed and ready, because that was the farmboy. predictable and sickly sweet with his blonde hair and lemon sweet tea. he supposed that next, he'd hear an offer to go ride on a horse or something. he sauntered into the home and gave a silent snort before examining the walls as he had the first time he visited. the house was homey, warm, and the type of personable that made you want to go hug your mother. where was jacob's mother, or his father for that matter? when his attention turned back to jacob he gave a short nod, [b]"Yeah, sure." His tone hadn't sounded particularly enthused, but he could go for a refreshment. And that was when he noticed Jacob's eyes on his body. He instinctively wanted to curl into himself at the scrutinizing blue gaze, but he opted for just crossing his arms over his chest. Was this guy sizing him up? Judging his clothing? Checking him out?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]tink, nope you can use whoever you have muse for bc i love all your characters. saltiness is absolutely encouraged. i'm not sure who i'll use yet

loki, i've never seen john wick but that sounds cool! i like the idea of a russian gang member, lemme read that thread and get a feel for it! (coincidentally, i saw a movie yesterday and saw a trailer for john wick 2 haha)

punk, maybe they're in some sort of dystopia and they're rebels working side by side?

whitaker, honestly, this sounds fine for rn! once we get into the swing of things, we can start extending the plot!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]punk, ok! what does society look like rn? is it a wasteland outside?

tink, yeS i love this already. and yeah i like the grocery store idea, they met and then just sorta came to a mutual decision that sticking together would be better than roaming alone?

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Ethan Montgomery - goes strictly by "Jaeger"
- Snarky, despises the law/authority, juvenile
- Sniper/hitman
- 23 years old

sorry this took so long, been busy

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"Nah, I'm alright without the bread." He refused politely, but noticed the beat of difference in jacob's sunshine'y demeanor. Who was Judy and why was Jacob... different at the mention of her? Maybe a mother, grandmother who was long since gone - or, freshly dead? Gideon wasn't one to press or snoop, so he'd drop it unless Jacob wanted to share. But he was asking about his own mother and the amused light in him flickered away. He barely knew this guy and he had the audacity to ask about his sensitive history? Gideon had to think about his words carefully. "She was nice, I suppose." He took another sip of his tea.

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credit, aporia

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very heavily inspired by aporia

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i'll make it dw! and i was thinking about using my character scott but then i remembered that he had a young daughter and she's probably dead here, and this is making him sound like joel from the last of us bUt-

sure thing punk! are they living within the utopia then?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; font-size:14px; color:black; width:440px; letter-spacing:2px][b]SCOTT CHRISTOPHER STEELE[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.9pt; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:0px; padding-bottom:12px;]Picture a perfect morning; waking up on a lazy July morning to soft light streaming through your curtains certainly feels amazing. You're able to roll back over and pull the warm covers up to your chin. You exhale a happy sigh of relaxation and close your eyes once again. Except that this wasn't the case for Steele in any way. True it might have been a rather lazy day in July, but he'd found himself blinking awake to a shuffling sound. He'd trained himself over the months to become more attentive to little sounds that a human who wasn't always in danger would otherwise overlook.

He sat up slowly and silently grumbled at the crick in his neck from sleeping curled up on an old armchair. he should've been used to the body aches and radiating pains by now, but his old body refused to stop its protest each morning. in an instant, he was quietly packing his old book bag. he shoved his jacket inside, along with a weathered map, compass, lighter, and what little food that he had left, and then slung it over his shoulder. he clipped his nearly-empty jug of water to the bag on his back, then grabbed his gun and tucked it into his belt. lastly, his knife was in hand and he was creeping slowly down the stairs of the abandoned house he'd made shelter in for the night.

his head swiveled back and forth to check for whatever had been making the shuffling noise from earlier, but spotted nothing in the living room or the foyer, so he was quickly out the door. it was better to stay out of conflict with whatever had entered the house than to risk major wounding or even death. after he'd cautiously walked a couple of blocks, he took a sip of water and sat down to collect himself. he knew that he'd need to find more supplies because he was practically out of everything, so his next course of action was to find an old grocery store.

he stood up from the curb he'd been resting on and started off down the street again. his brown eyes kept a watchful eye on not only the road before him (and occasionally, the road behind him) but also the sky. it was blanketed in grey in the morning light and the clouds threatened to spill rain over the quiet town. he could've sworn that he'd heard a crack of thunder way off in the distance as he entered a store. his knife was drawn and he was slinking along the side, cautiously looking up and down the aisles to make sure he was alone.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:400px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 100%;]when will's thing created what i made so he's basically complimenting himelf